noinvisiblehand

She stands there, silently contemplating you in the autumn afternoon, seeming to float on the light mist. Her dress flows and melts into the grey, loamy earth, and you are wondering : ‘Who is …

Laziness is rising from the swamp, and soon something wonderful will be on the table. It sounds kinda cool. It’s mine!

Confusion, really
rules the roost,

The way that I feel
Like overcast steel
I’d like to make a deal
my face hidden under a veil
but in keeping it real
my embossed golden seal
leaves me spinning on my heel.

Syllables flying off
multivariate tongues
in the marketpalce
fish tails
and mutton chops
and plastic basins
made in China
and all humanity
so varied thronging and pushing,
talking in
…

Onto the napkin tablecover,
splashes a drop of coffee
ecrypted codes
which remain a hint
but a mystery all
at the same time.

Inconspicuous, inoffensive jazz
bringing up the rear
lull…

He won’t engage me
And it paranoids me
(a very different
Kind of tame)
Makes me feel the same,
Always, the same.

Song lyrics eighties
Clunk and bunk
Fast churned out
No second thoug…

Up and down
Here, there and everywhere,
Food delivered
Unthinking blinking eyes
Spotlit
In boxes
Waiting for the
Next special thing.

Like bats in a cave waiting
For the summer fly fe…

All the sublimely
Beautiful people
Teeth gleaming
Extra brilliantly

Lazy adjectives
Off their lips
Like
‘luvelly’
Just so
‘bootiful’.

Lazy poetry rules the
World
Is the spoken w…

Up at the light
See- through
Light from the Sun
See-through
The old, old news
Old, so old, before it is
Read or spoken.

Transparent
Trance like eyes
Far away with angels
With non-un…

In every kinda way
The ever flowing news
Has me down mr dj
Get me out of these despairing blues.

I need so bad to lose myself
Even if only for a moment
Play something with sharp relief …

It is a wrangler
trying to sort itself out, history
made solid
fact of history
history of fact
farce of illusions
scarcity of delusions
and
fitness survivors
swimming for shore
whore …

The blonde one
is the sex siren,
the amber one
is the intellectual,
and the dark one
is the brooding sort,
all perched on the other
side of the bar
where the barman
attentively
pours.

Tonight I made no promises
only momentary glances
(flown the coop)
pigeon contemplations
on Bloomsbury Sqaure,
imbibing the approaching night,
expecting the showers
ignoring human glowe…

Memory short term
distended, forlorn,
paranoid
high point norm
changes come
changes go
but ther’ll always be porn.

My cross is borne
on slight shoulders
my rectitude forms
dung beetle boulders.

In this recycle
shadows at noon
I push down and cycle
the city, my cocoon.

My African snakebite
my f…

insecurity
rising
poverty biting
there is no
way out of
it all.
not now
but soon
i’ll find the
way out
into
security.

flow
with
my art my
pain it
starts to
rise upwards
int…

late sun heat pools
vivid year time
time for nursery rhyme
in traffic grumbling
—haze producing
(with up aove
holiday vapour memories)

It’s today’s quagmire
Eighties in the seventies
Way –
You came into my mind
And what I find
I don’t mind
Even tho
It uptites me
To the point
Of a champagne-type
Cork – work done –
Re…

And that,
was existence
brassy self serving
crowd phobia increasing.

self worth
is a material thing
and in being
material
is what the
stores do with me.

I store recollection
and …